Hit by a Truck

We are counting down until the publication of Chastity’s Belt. We are waiting on the final tweaks to the cover and can’t wait to show you! This one just might inspire you to watch Alice and Wonderland or find a little rabbit hole to go down yourself. Make sure to visit all the other wonderful authors that shared over at the Saturday Spankings Blog.

Chastity’s Belt

I almost wish I hadn’t gone down that rabbit-hole—and yet—and yet—it’s rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what can have happened to me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! – Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Chastity Lyster is numb. She can’t feel anything; no pleasure, no pain, and especially not love. She’s tried everything she can think of to fix it… shrinks, service Doms, talking to her best friend Lara—but nothing has worked. While she understands the reasons behind her complete disassociation, she has no idea how to stop it.

When Lara suggests that she asks her friend since childhood, Dr. Zachary Rebianco, for help, Chastity is sceptical but figures she has nothing to lose. She knows he’s a qualified psychiatrist and a service Dom himself, but what she didn’t anticipate were his dark good looks, adorable sense of humor and, most intriguing of all, his ability to shine a light into parts of her she was too afraid to explore by herself.

With the help of her favourite childhood story, Alice in Wonderland; an antique leather Border belt; and a fluffy white rabbit, Zac takes Chastity through the Looking Glass into a new world; one of Daddy Doms and babygirls, one where she can be herself and act out… so long as she’s willing to accept the consequences on her bottom. Here, in her own private Wonderland, she at last is able to feel: desire, pleasure, pain, safety, happiness and, eventually, love.

“Did anyone get the license number of the truck that hit me?” Lara groaned the following morning. Chastity opened her eyes to the sunlight beaming through the high windows of the vaulted ceiling. She was on the couch, her head on a pillow and covered with one of the many quilts that were strewn over the house.

“I think it was the same one that got me,” she said, rubbing her aching head as she said up.

“Nice digs. Did someone dump us in a museum??”

“No, this is my place. I told you that my aunt left me a Tudor when she passed. Want some coffee?”

“Please. How did we get here?”

“You butt dialed Zac,” Chastity said, holding her head as she walked to the kitchen.